Sharing some things that I wrote in creative writing class

I talked about my creative writing class on my blog a couple of weeks ago. So now is the time that I'm going to share what I'm working on in that class. Creative writing is my favorite class and I have discovered that I really enjoy writing. I will just insert a few short stories or poems that all you guys can read. 

You are from
You are from fox eyed
To chalkboard nails
To the pungent taste of the morning sun

You are from ridges of a deranged land
To the depths of melancholy and asinine
To the esoteric valley where you dwell

You are from soaring words
To the overgrown meadow that germinate
To the exasperate conversations with the scarecrow

What's below
(not done yet but it's the story I'm currently working on, this is what I have so far.)

It was a overbearing, bright autumn day. It was cheery, and the wind was as calm as an old lady on cookie making day. Not once would you think something out of the ordinary could of happened. Since it was a nice day outside I decided to go on a walk. I opened my red, wooden door and stepped outside. The crumbly autumn air filled my lungs as I headed to the forest in my backyard.  It was a very imperturbable morning, and all you could hear was the birds chirping way high up in the tall, oak trees that surround my house like a python. As I stepped into the forest the sun was covered by the trees. It became a little dim, but you could still visibly see your surroundings. All of a sudden I got a eerie feeling all throughout my body, it was the strangest feeling in the world. I kept walking forward not thinking weirdly about the situation. The more I kept walking the more my mind was drifting more farther away from my home.

I’m a very imaginative person so it was normal of me to drift and daydream a bit.  I started to think about an upcoming interview that was on my mind. Abruptly a high pitch, almost clown-like laugh comes from about a two hundred meters in the distance. I turn my head towards where the sound came from and I see a person-almost as tall as a skyscraper, wearing a dark, grey mask grining irregularity at me. I stood there in consternation just staring blankly back at the masked person. I didn’t quite know what to do. Then the masked figure cleared their throat and and snickered “I want to take you the place where I’m from”. I shivered and responded, “Why would I go with you”. The masked person chuckled and divulged “I sense some fear in you right now, you should follow me and I’ll show you how unfearful you should be of me”. “How do you know that I’m in fear”, I asked with alarm. “Because I can sense it”, the figure giggled in a low pitch-almost roller coaster sounding voice. “Are you associated of any groups “, I inquired. “Yes I work for the loch ness monster”, he beamed. “Well that makes sense because this is Scotland”, I stated. “I have told you too much information, I will see you later”, the masked figure cooed. Once the figure finished what they had to say they ran off in the opposite direction of mine. “Is the loch ness monster even real”, I thought to myself. I brushed it off and kept walking forward, hoping to not run into more weird stuff.

I looked down at my watch to check the time, the clock was as frozen as an iceberg. I shivered and got another achy feeling in my stomach. “Something is off”. I contemplated. “There was no point in turning back home because I’m already halfway through my walk”, I thought again. I continued walking and eventually I came across an underground cave of some sort. The cave looked atramentous, and the more I peered into the cave, the more it was starting to look opaque. I shivered and glared into it, I swear, am I magnet because I want to go check this cave out. My shaky legs stepped forward into the pitch black sheet. Suddenly I started feeling the ground collapse under my feet and I felt like I was falling but floating. I couldn’t see anything because it was so dark. I screamed in terror, not knowing what was going on. I glanced below me and saw a flickering, faint light. “What is that”, I hollered in my thoughts. My body started to shake even more as the light of some sort became closer. Ten seconds later I had reached the light, and the feeling had paused, or maybe even stopped. I felt the ground beneath me again and the flickering lamp was right beside me. The lamp looked as if no one touched it in ages, it was very dilapidated. I  trudge forward, very fearful for my life, and very fearful of why my clock started to tick again.

An Autumn Evening At Stephanie’s Place

It was a crisp, autumn night and there was a lukewarm aura in the atmosphere. I opened my door and walked outside to the slumber of fall. I popped open my car door and placed my keys in, starting the car. I turned on the radio and flipped to my favorite station, the jazz station. I drove down the narrow road to her old, brick house. When I got there she invited me in and sat me down near the fireplace. She asked, “Did you want some hot chocolate”? “Sure”, I replied as I stared into the ashes of the fire. The fireplace crunched and crackled, sounding like pop rocks. The brumal breeze blew in from the windows as me and Stephanie sat by the fire drinking our hot chocolate. Me and Stephanie sat there talking about events in our lives and laughing at stupid jokes, Her face started turning into a smirk.

Stephanie laughed and asked if I wanted to hear a funny story, and of course I said yes. “This must be funny since it’s your story”, I remarked as I raised an eyebrow at her. she nodded in agreement. “Okay umm so, when I was about six my brothers and my sisters decided to play a prank on me”. She looked out the window as she started tapping her foot. “Oh really”, I laughed. “So during the time of this year there was bears roaming around the neighborhood”, she announced. She looked at me with a relatable facial expression as if bears roamed around my neighborhood too. Let me tell you guys there was never any bears in my neighborhood but there sure was skunks eating everyone’s trash. “Wow I bet they were causing a lot of drama in the neighborhood”, I replied with a snark. “So we had this screen door in the back of our living room. And so we had this couch that was against the wall where we could hide behind it, so that's what I did”, she informed as she looked over at the couch. “I used to hide behind my couch too”, I remarked. I sipped my hot chocolate and looked at her couch too. “So me and my brothers, and my sisters went to go hide behind it and my brother wanted to go fake fight the bear”. “How is it even possible to fake fight a bear”, I asked while watching the crackling fireplace. “And he was making very loud noises, he was like “rawr”, she grinned. “How did you not know that the whole thing was fake”, I laughed really hard and clapped my hands. “and then so ummm so my sisters went out to go help him, and I still thought this was all real because I never looked over the couch”. “Oh my god you actually believed it”, I quipped with a smirk.  “I was a weenie and so then when I actually came out they were laying on the ground and I thought they were dead. They popped up and scared the crap out of me so I started crying, the end”, she marveled as she ended her story. “Wow now that is the most stupidest story I’ve ever heard”, as I say loudly. “Well I was also six years old okay”, she admitted. “I know”, I said back with a laugh in my voice. The soft, white moonlight started peaking in through the window and the air started getting more chilly.

I reached for a blanket and curled up as we kept talking about the happenings in our lives. “It’s getting late”, I yawned as I sipped my last drop of hot chocolate. It’s prosperous, and creamy taste made my eyes droop even more. I walked over to put the mug in the sink. “I better get going”, I groaned as I headed towards the door. “Okay I’ll call you sometime this weekend or something”, she confirmed. “Okay”, I said as I walked out the door. I stepped slowly down her stairs and headed to my car that was parked on the right side of the driveway. I pulled the door open to my vintage, blue buggy and sat inside. I sat there for a few seconds and then started the car and pulled away from her driveway. The lamp of my car guided me down the narrow road back to my house. When I reached my house I got out of my car and opened my door to my house. And from this point on whatever happens next could be a completely new story but that's for another day.

1 comment:

  1. unusual use of descriptive word (adjectives, that is). am interested to see where the story telling episode goes and would love to see some paintings of the first story about Loch Ness! the poem was tantalizing to say the least - you create really interesting pictures with the words. of course there are some grammatical and spelling errors, but it only adds to the mystique of the message!